Date: Tue, 08 Nov 2005 19:33:28 +0000
From: Mike Pryor
Subject: mike's story - part 2
Disclaimer: This work is fiction. I do not know/have met, any of the
mentioned celebrities or know or have any knowledge of their private lives.
Mike's Story
Part II
Chapter two
A few days had passed since Mike had submitted his story to the gay story
website and he'd had a few E-mails regarding his story, a few comments, some
good, some criticism, others just generally wanted to know if he was gonna
continue the story. It had crossed his mind to carry it on but the truth was
he liked it as a stand alone story, he hadn't written it to keep it going or
just finish it, it was open ended, sort of to let the reader make their own
mind up of its ending.
Checking his E-mail inbox to find he had another five unread messages he
clicked the mouse on the tab to take him straight to his inbox to see who
had sent him mail. All the usual people really, an E-mail from Sam, who Mike
had E-mailed now for the past three years, Sam lived in Canada and they had
met in a chat room one night and just started E-mailing each other at every
given chance they got, they even sometime instant mailed each other too. He
also had a message from a company trying to sell him a product to make his
dick bigger, as you do...
Another message was from Philip, another writer from the gay story website
who had sent him a few messages now, giving him encouragement to write
another story and also to give him praise for his story about Danny.
This one however was more about general friend stuff, Philip asking him what
music he was into and what TV shows he watched, he'd reply to him later
after he had read all his messages and played a few compulsory games of
solitaire.
Opening the fourth E-mail he found it to be from someone called Nathan,
another person who obviously enjoyed reading gay literature in his spare
time, he was saying how he enjoyed the story and that Mike should write a
follow up chapter, or chapters.
Clicking on the 'read next message' link, he found himself staring at a
message from someone who had the screen name `GuaitarBoy,' who's message
read:
Hey Mike,
Loved the story you wrote & would love to get to know you! Mail back if
interested.
- Jason DeNeil.
Mike read the message a few more times over in his head, then thought what
the hell, dragging his mouse pointer he clicks on `reply' and a new message
template comes up on screen.
Typing the subject as `Hi' he starts to write his reply to GuitarBoy.
Hey Jason,
Sure would love to chat and get to know you and stuff. Anything you wanna
know just ask n I'll get back to you when I can.
Later
- for now -
Mike.
Sending the message, he closes the window and goes about searching the web
as he normally does.
A few hours later a pop-up message at the bottom right hand of his computer
screen alerts Mike that; `you have one new message in your inbox.' Clicking
the link the screen converts to his E-mail homepage and he clicks the mouse
on the new message icon to find it to be from GuitarBoy, which reads:
Hey Mike,
Just wanted to know the usual stuff really. What kind of music you into,
favourite movies, what kind of hobbies you into and all that?
Also I wanted to ask if you intended to carry on your story? Cos I really
enjoyed reading it and would love to know what happens next. N' I'll take it
u have a really big crush on Danny then?
Anyway gotta go for now, but hope to hear from you soon, - Jason.
Hurrying his mouse he quickly clicks the `reply' link and types his response
with increased vigour, almost enthralled by this new stranger.
Hey, again!
Into loads of kinds of music and stuff, but my faves are the likes of Green
Day, Metallica, Simple Plan, and rocky stuff like that. I love all movies
but I like action and drama best (well drama when its done right).
Have no plans to carry on with the story, it was just something to do one
night but now I think it's through. And yes, you guessed right, I do have a
crush on Danny, but hey, I'm only human.
Anyway so what kind of stuff you into?
Mike x
Adding the kiss with a cheeky grin he re-reads the message before sending
it, almost not being able to control his eagerness for a reply he
disconnects from the internet and loads up a game of solitaire to pass a few
hours before hitting the sack before having to go to work the next day.
It was a couple of days later before he finally had the chance to check his
mail again and found it loaded with E-mails, mainly from Jason.
He quickly read through all his messages, taking longer to muse over the
ones from Jason.
He seemed like a nice guy, into the same kind of stuff as Mike, and, as
suggested by his appropriate screen name, he was a keen guitarist..
Friday. Two months later.
Work drew to a close for another week for Mike, who had in part nearly done
the job of two people all week, and he was totally knackered, saying goodbye
to his co-workers. Or at least the ones who actually made an attempt to show
Mike they knew he existed, he left for the forty-five minute walk home, and
as he left the building the sky opened up, almost as if taunting Mike, who
would class this week as one of the worst in his working life - all three
years of it.
The rain soaked his coat, which wasn't waterproof and soaked straight
through and dampened his work t-shirt underneath, making his skin cold and
clammy. The dark clouds swelling above him making four o'clock seem like
nine o'clock as winter drew in, the rain beating the ground and cars
splashing the residue of the road onto their Mudguards, making it look like
a spray of fine watery mist.
His hair dripped droplets of rain down over his face, as he put the key in
the lock and twisting it to open the door to escape the downpour he had been
stuck in for the last forty-five minutes. His clothes hugged him and made
him shiver from the cold as he stood at the back of the door, dripping onto
the tiled floor and taking the Velcro strap that made the zip more
accessible in his fingertips of his index finger and thumb, he opens his
jacket and slides it down his arms.
His light-blue work top now a dull looking dark-blue around the collar and
on top of the shoulders, his hair now a shiny dirty blonde, from the rain.
He walks up the stairs, and along the landing and into the bathroom, opening
the closet, that doubles with the cistern and grabs a towel, bringing it
straight to his face. He rubs his hair vigorously putting his coat at the
top of the bath to drain before obscuring his face in the towel.
Walking to his room whilst drying his hair, careful to not bind his view and
walk into a door or something. Throwing the towel on the bed, he removes his
t-shirt and throws it in the wash basket beside the door, his hair now a
mess and stuck in all directions.
He goes to his walk-in-closet and routes through his t-shirts, finally
picking a black one with a light green skull emblazoned on the front, and
grabs a pair of jeans from the pile in the corner, all which look the same,
and heads back off to the bathroom to get washed and changed out of his work
gear and forget about it till Monday.
Back in his bedroom fifteen minutes later, he sits down in the chair in
front of his computer, unwinding for a few seconds before pressing the
button and turning it on, and waits patiently for it boot up, his Green Day
wallpaper background finally coming into view.
Playing a few relaxing games of solitaire until the clock at the bottom of
the screen reads after six, he closes his current game and connects to the
internet. The modem squealing as it does every time.
Clicking on the icon to load up his E-mail page, he types in his ID and
password and is quickly prompted that he has four unread messages in his
inbox, going to them and seeing they are all from Jason.
He glanced over the messages quickly, his eyes stopping however on a certain
collection of words:
`Do you fancy meeting up sometime?"
He had gotten to know Jason pretty well over the past few months while they
had chatted online and E-mailed each other quite regularly, chatting about
whatever was on their minds which they wanted to share, however the topic of
meeting up, had up until now, had never come up.
Mike had to think for a few seconds, his mind no longer reading the rest of
the message that was after that sentence. The thought thrilled him. Meeting
up with someone who seemed great online, but then there were the constant
dangers everyone keeps warning him about.
Typing his words carefully he types:
`Depends on the circumstances? If you want t meet as friends and stuff then
sure, I'd love to meet you. However if its for sex an all that then, no!'
Mike wanted to word it write, get his message across in a clear manner. He
had had all that stuff before from other people off the internet, people who
just wanted to hook-up for `sexual escapades' which was not what Mike
wanted, he didn't see the point in meeting strangers just for sex, and now
he hoped against hope that Jason didn't fall into that population of people.
After all, he quite liked him.
The clock was nearing midnight, not that Mike was clock watching or
anything, and playing another game of solitaire when a pop-up at the bottom
right hand corner of the screen stated that he had one new message in his
inbox.
Closing his current game he clicked on the pop-up that took him straight to
the message, hoping that Jason still wanted to meet and not just want sex.
Letting out a last breath he clicks on the message and begins to read...
Hey,
Yeah, I meant as friends. Would just be nice to put a person to the writing
you know? So how about it, you still want to?
Love,
J.D.
Mike breathed a sigh of relief, finally someone who wasn't just interested
in sex, he laughed to himself feeling rather stupid now at the amount of
thought he had given it. Moving the mouse to the link he wanted he clicked
on the button on the right hand side of the mouse and begin replying.
Would love to, so we gonna meet halfway or summat daft? Or do you want me to
come to you or you to me?
Love Mike x
They discussed nothing other than meeting up, for a drink, in about two
weeks time, from that moment on. The worry in Mike's mind now starting to
become clear as the time drew closer.
They had decided that Mike would be the one to travel down to London and
meet Jason, and Jason in turn would be the one to buy the drinks and stuff
for the day they met up. They would meet on the Saturday, Mike getting the
train down in the morning, and getting there just after one, and would
eventually at the end of the day catch the eight-forty train back home.
Mike was to meet Jason in a bar called: The Star. A small place Jason had
told him about, out of the way, yet in the city centre, where they could
meet, get a couple of drinks and have a good chat and stuff. Everything had
been arranged, and Friday after work Mike had come straight home and got
everything he needed for the day trip tomorrow ready. And that night would
be the last time he ever talked to Jason without knowing what he looked
like.
Saturday.
His CD player turned on at the designated time Mike had set it to the night
before, and waking up to Trivium's, Ascendancy album this early was a bitch.
He waits a while letting the music properly wake him before he grabs the
remote from beside the pillow and looks it over, still heavy eyed, and
presses the digit that makes the CD skip to track 6: A gunshot to the head
of trepidation.
After the song had played, Mike throws back the covers unwillingly and sits
over the edge of his bed, his feet cooled by the laminated wood floor, the
light just penetrating through a small separation in the curtains.
He ate breakfast in silence, cornflakes, which was unusual because he never
really had time to have breakfast in a morning before work. He finishes them
and puts the empty dish in some warm soapy water in the sink, looking out
the back window into the backyard, the weather fine, some bird singing
melodiously.
Just after seven-thirty he left the house, stuffing his black leather
wallet into his back right hand pocket, and his keys in his front left.
Taking a last look at his house until sometime in the early hours later, he
walks down the street towards the train station, which was about a ten
minute walk for Mike.
The station was empty and cold, but at least he had his choice of seat
whilst he waited for the train, which according to the timetable was due in
about five-to-ten minutes. He sat in the uncomfortable, metal, red chair and
stuffed his hands in his pockets to keep them warm.
The train arrived smack on time and Mike boarded, again able to pick his
seat for the long journey to the capital. Choosing a seat in the middle of a
carriage and sitting by the window, the train jerked as its engines fired
and the train began to move away from the terminal, Mike pulling out his
mobile phone and checking to see if he had any messages. He didn't.
The train stopped a little over an hour into its journey and a few people
boarded, but Mike paid no attention, his headphones stuck in his ears as he
blasted only music he could hear. His attention broken by the boy sat in
front who peered his curly blonde head over the top of the chair and watched
Mike curiously, Mike doing his best at a friendly smile back at the boy,
with his bright blue eyes, who smiled eagerly back.
Looking at his watch, which told him it was five-to-twelve, he looked again
out of the window at the scenery that flashed by as the train jerked in
rhythm to the sound the wheels made on the track, the trees flashing by so
quick it almost made his go dizzy. He stopped the music that was coming
through his headphones as it was beginning to drone on now and give him an
headache, letting the earpieces fall to his chest and hang loosely.
The voice over the tannoy told the passengers of the train that the next
stop would be London, city centre. Making sure he had all his things, even
checking his pockets twice, and especially making sure his return ticket
home was safe in a zipped up pocket, he was ready for when the train pulled
into the terminal.
He looked around the platform, his stomach tensed at the feeling of being
so far from home, people that passed by looked at him strangely as he just
stood and looked around the station, the train doors hissed behind him as
they closed and its engine suddenly came back to life and the train began to
move away. No escape.
He started moving for the exit, following the signs overhead he managed to
find an information point too, to double check the train times for home to
make sure he was there in plenty of time.
Leaving the station and moving down the street, trying his hardest to
remember the directions Jason had given him to get to the bar, suddenly
wishing he had written them down now. Checking his watch, one-fifteen, he
was late as they had agreed to meet at one, but hey, it was the trains
fault.
His watch had gone one-thirty-five by the time he found the bar, and stood
before it, now extremely nervous, but he had come this far...
He walks into the bar, some pop song blaring out, he recognised the song
as: Hard to beat, by Hard-Fi, and he looked around the bar, smelling the
putrid scent of nicotine in the air, studying faces to see if he could tell
who he was meant to be meeting, maybe he had missed him, he was late.
Then there he was, coming from the toilet, their eyes meeting and Mike
suddenly realized he'd been set up, tricked, whatever you want to call it,
but the guy just smiled. Fuck that smile. Suddenly he regretted everything
he had ever said in his E-mails to him. Mike looked at him and said his name
aloud:
"Danny."
A few seconds passed as they just stood before one another, Mike not
believing what he was seeing, had he really agreed to meet him, what only
seemed like a short time stood there was longer, Danny was moving towards
him saying something that Mike was too wrapped up in his own world to make
out.
"You look like you could use a drink, mate," Danny said, smiling and
directing his head toward the bar in a follow me manner. Turning to the
barman he asks, "A glass of water, please."
He turns back to Mike and motions for him to sit himself down on a stool at
the bar whilst he waited for his drink, which the barman brought over and
placed in front of Mike,
"Eighty pence, please," the barman drawls as Danny digs out his wallet and
hands him some change, as Mike gulps the water down and puts the glass back
on the bar empty.
"You okay? You look a little pale?" Danny points out to Mike who was still
having trouble dealing with this sudden shock.
"Could use a pint," Mike says, his first words to Danny Jones were
summoning alcohol. Classic, Mike, just brilliant, he thought to himself.
"Anything in particular?" Danny looks at all the pumps on the bar and so
does Mike, seeking something to his taste. And spotting it right at the end
of the bar.
"Carling."
The barman was already waiting as Danny ordered the drinks.
"Two pints of carling, please, mate."
The guy wonders off to the other end of the bar to get their drinks and
Danny looks at Mike, who was looking around the bar to see who else was
there, but the place in fact was rather quiet.
"It's always like this. that's why I arranged to meet you here," Danny says
noticing Mike's roaming eyes around the place. The silence seemed too tense
every time, thank god for barmen.
"There you go," the barman says more to himself, neither Danny nor Mike
really paying that much attention to him, as he adds up the charge on the
till, "That's four-fifty," he says.
Danny again digs out his wallet and hands the man a five pound note, and a
few seconds later receiving his change.
"You fancy something to eat?" Danny asks.
"Yeah." Mike replies eagerly, having not eaten since those cornflakes this
morning.
"Come on, we'll get a table first."
Danny starts walking towards the back of the bar where they were a few
tables set out, but rather than sitting in the open opts to sit in one of
the booths. Mike sitting opposite.
"So...not what you expected, eh?" Danny asks playfully, grinning wildly at
his own comment.
"Not exactly," Mike replies, trying his most confident of voices as to
pretend not to be star struck. "I feel a bit foolish about some of those
E-mails now though."
"So you said some embarrassing things..."
"I said I had a crush on you!"
"Do I look bothered?" Danny smiles in a comforting way. "I'm kind of used
to people saying that. And I don't mean to sound too egotistical then
either." Danny noticed Mike keep looking around the bar and especially at
the door. "What's up?" he asks.
"Kind of waiting for the camera crew to show up and say `got'cha' you
know?" Mike says, Danny letting the comment pass by as if it hadn't been
said.
"I mean the last person I expected to meet when I walked into this place
was you." Mike continued.
"But you wouldn't want to change the company now, huh?" Danny asks back.
"Not a chance." Mike takes a drink of his pint. "So d'you meet fans that
write homo-erotic stories about you often?"
"You're the first," Danny says, turning the glass in front of him with his
left hand.
"But why? I mean I'm not complaining, but you could meet anyone. So why
me?"
Danny sat back, and looked at the guy in front of him, thinking over his
question before answering.
"To tell you the truth, I don't know. I guess to meet the guy who could
write a story like that about me in a way, see what he's like and stuff,"
Danny took a mouthful of his drink.
"And?...what do you think?"
"He's all right, suppose once he relaxes he'll get more chatty," Danny
grins.
"Sorry. I'm not that used to meeting people I'm a fan of and have written
about, so I'm feeling a little perplexed here."
"Just relax mate. You're here now so enjoy yourself," Danny was being
sincere. "You know I hear the chips here are really good. You fancy sharing
some with me?"
"Sure. After all you're paying."
Danny gets up and goes to the bar leaving Mike sat alone for a few seconds,
and whilst alone takes the chance to look around the bar again. But mainly
keeps his eyes locked on Danny. Meeting people off the internet wasn't so
bad after all, he thought with a smirk.
They had been chatting for a while when the huge dish of chips arrived,
Mike, now feeling relaxed, was beginning to enjoy the company of Danny.
They dug in, leaving the forks that had come with the dish and using their
fingers to wolf down the chips, each as hungrily as the other.
"So do you write stories like that about all the guys you have a crush on?"
Danny asks, seemingly unfazed by the subject manner.
"Nah, you're the prototype. Besides, I kind of had the honour of being the
first on that site of writing anything about you." he shrugged off any
indication of the fact that he may be embarrassed about talking about a guy
he had fictionally had sex with.
"So no plans to write another?" Danny says, shovelling another few chips
into his mouth.
"Nope, that one was a royal bitch to write, and it took me ages."
"So you wouldn't carry it on?" He sees Mike shake his head disapprovingly.
"Not even if I asked you to?"
Mike wonders where he was going with this.
"Begged you?" Danny adds seeing Mike's look of thought.
"I'd consider it." Mike says, wanting to get off the subject.
"Well, in my opinion I think you should. I want to know what happens next?"
"Use your imagination." Mike says flatly.
"I'd rather use yours and read about it." Danny shoves another chip in his
mouth and swills it down with another mouthful of his larger.
"I don't know. Ryan stalks him, Danny gets a restraining order against him
and Ryan, consumed by lust, takes an overdose of sleeping pills to stop the
aching in his heart for Danny. That do anything for you?" Mike says bluntly.
"No! come on, you got to do better than that...can't they have a `happily
ever after' ending?"
"You seriously want me to write another chapter?" Mike asks, taking a drink
and finishing the last of it, puts the empty glass back on the table.
"Yes. Do it for me. I'll beg if I have to, but I promise, it won't be
pretty if I do," Danny says, a hint of humour in his voice.
"I'll do it on one condition," Mike looks at Danny, who raises his eyebrows
and listens intently. "We don't talk about that story for the rest of the
day," again Mike looks to Danny for his approval of his term.
"All right." Danny agrees, then taking the last half-mouthful of Carling
that was in the bottom of the glass, he nods to Mike's empty glass, "You
want another?"
"Why not."
The rest of the day was filled with drinking and talking about anything and
everything, from music to guitars, which was mainly a Danny sided only
conversation, but Mike listened anyway. And Mike got to ask the really juicy
questions that all fans wished they could ask their idols, but more
importantly asked so he could make the character of Danny a bit more real in
the next chapter of his story, which he was writing all afternoon in his
head, and in the message facility on his mobile phone.
Finally, when it came time for Mike to leave, Danny gave him a friendly
hug, even though Mike was ready just to give him a friendly handshake. But
he preferred Danny's method. And then made his way back to the station, safe
in the knowledge that he Danny were going to chat sometime soon on the
internet again.
The train journey home was pleasant and he read a magazine he had bought
from a newsagent when he had gotten to the station on the way, some gossip
mag that specialized on invading the private life's of celebrities and rated
everything new from movies to music, and had that weeks television listings
in the middle.
When he finally got back to his home town, and had walked the short distance
back to his house the time was nearing two o'clock and the only thing on his
mind was going straight to bed, and he fell asleep within a few minutes.
After all it had been a long day, and he did feel quite drunk.
It wasn't until after dinner the next day when he finally got out of bed
and went straight downstairs to the kitchen to get a glass of water, his
mouth feeling bone dry and his head feeling a little worse for wear. His
clothes from yesterday now feeling a little irritating and his hair itchy
from yesterday's gel that was now dry and hard.
Gulping down the water, he goes over to the cupboard and finds some
paracetamol's and takes two of them and finishes the water to help the pills
go down easier.
The afternoon sun burned his eyes that were ultra sensitive and sore, from
lack of sleep and the amount of times he had rubbed them on the train home,
due to his tiredness. It's all relative really.
He turned the taps of the shower and put his hand under the stream of water
a few times to check the temperature wasn't too hot or cold, then removed
the clothes from his body and stepped under the jet of warm water. The water
ran down his body and the plug hole gulped it down noisily, he soaped his
body and shampooed his hair, his hand finally finding his genitals and
playing with them idly. He had neglected them for a few days now, but was
going to catch up, and he had a fresh image of Danny in his head to dream
about while he played with himself for a few minutes, the warm water running
down his body only improving the feelings and bringing on his climax
quicker.
He walked backwards and forwards in front of his computer for the best part
of twenty minutes, his mind working over the story in his head, the one he
had promised Danny. Time to deliver a promise.
He sat down and opened up a new document, unlike last time, he had
everything planned.
* * *
Ryan laid on his bed, looking up at the ceiling and letting his mind
wonder.
The cursor blinked a few times before Mike continued.
It had been nearly a month now since Danny had left that morning, but
Ryan's feelings for him hadn't changed. in fact, they'd gotten worse. And
everything seemed to keep reminding him of Danny, almost like life was
playing a very cruel trick on him.
Every time he flicked through the music channels on his TV sure enough he
would find one of McFly's videos playing, walking through shops, posters
promoting their new album were plastered everywhere. Even his friends seemed
to be in on it too, especially Cassie. She had none stop quizzed him about
the concert, asking everything from the atmosphere of the crowd to a song by
song listing of what they played. But Ryan had kept his promise to Danny, he
hadn't told a soul about how he had gotten home that night, and especially
about what happened when he got home.
A tube covered in plastic stood against the far wall, yet to be opened, it
was Ryan's guilty pleasure that he had bought last Saturday for himself. The
poster was of McFly. But in this poster, and this was the reason he had
treated himself to buying it in the first place, was because Danny looked
simply irresistible on it. In some black pants and a leather jacket, stood
between Tom and Dougie, and with his eyes looking so sweet, Ryan had almost
been put under a spell by those eyes to buy it.
He hadn't bought it because he finally felt he was beginning to get over
Danny, quite the opposite actually. He had bought it because in his mind he
thought, if you can't beat it, enjoy it.
Lifting his left hand idly, he points the remote he was holding within it in
the general direction of his hi-fi turned on some music, then let his hand
drop back numbly onto the bed with a thump, Metallica's S & M album begins
to play softly in the room.
The phone rang startling Ryan out of his trance of miming the words to the
songs as they played, turning the volume down he leans over from his laying
position and takes the phone of its little stand, pressing the button to
accept the call while bringing it to his ear, recognizing Cassie's excited
voice at once, as she practically screams down the phone.
"Cassie, slow down I can't understand a word..." he started. "Never," he says
as she says something back. "Really, two weeks, that soon," he sat up and
listened intently. "Sure, of course. I'd love to. [Cassie speaks] Yeah, I
loved it last time." he listens as she waffles on and on. "Cassie I gotta go
but call round tomorrow and we'll talk about it then okay." he listens
again. "Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow, bye." she says her farewell. "Bye."
He hangs up the phone and leans back down to put it back in its docking
station, smiling brightly to himself, he couldn't wait for tomorrow.
* * * * *
The day had arrived and Ryan was excited. Cassie had told him two weeks ago
when she had called around that she had won two tickets to see the next
McFly concert that played nearest to where she lived, and that concert was
taking place tonight.
She had asked Ryan to come along with her for the comfort of having her best
friend along for the ride with her. And Ryan had agreed for his own reasons
of being able to ogle at Danny for the duration of the concert, it was a win
- win situation on both counts.
Cassie drove, which was a comfort for Ryan, who dreaded ever taking a train
to a concert again. This also meant they could set off a tad later, they
only had about sixty miles to travel to the venue, which Cassie blasted out
McFly to all the way there.
The car park was rammed and they eventually found a spot quite near the
entrance, quite near meaning a five minute walk, but it was the closest they
could get.
The entire venue was full. Girls screaming, and what looked like their
boyfriends that had been dragged along filled the atmosphere, and made it
quite electric.
Cassie joined in the screaming along with all the other girls as the lights
dimmed and the guys came on stage, a deafening noise that must have sounded
totally awful from on stage where the guys were. Ryan's eyes quickly fixed
on Danny, where they would stay for pretty much the next two hours.
Ryan figured they must be about halfway through their set when they left
the stage after nearly an hour, and Cassie was enjoying herself. Stuffing
her camera back into her bag, she turns to Ryan.
"This is awesome," she enthuses. "You having a good time?"
"The best," Ryan replied, smiling eagerly.
"How does it compare to the last time you saw them?" she asks.
"This one's better," he practically shouted, the noise still loud.
Danny stood handing something to one of the security guys, telling him
something as Tom approached him. As Tom got to them the security guy took
off taking with him whatever Danny had given him.
"What'cha doin'?" Tom questions playfully.
Danny just smiles and answers, "Causin' my mischief."
They had said these same lines to one another now for so long they had
become second nature, along with numerous other phrases that they toyed with
each other with in private.
"Well, back on stage in two, `Kay!" Tom says as he makes his way backstage
to get ready for the second half of their set.
"'Kay!" Danny says, his eyes looking to where the security guard had left.
They began the second half of their set, and Ryan and Cassie watched in
usual fashion as screaming girls continued their onslaught of vocal
pollution.
Just starting their second song on stage the security guard, which had left
Danny just minutes before came walking down the aisle towards Ryan, and
pulled him to one side for a chat...
"I've been told to give you this," the security guard hands Ryan a card on
some nylon thread, which acted as a sort of chain to put around his neck.
Ryan looked down at the card and saw that it was a backstage pass to meet
the band after the show, he was stunned to say the least. He looked at the
guard in puzzlement.
"Just doing what I've been asked to do," he says, almost as if he could
read the question Ryan was about to ask. He takes off quickly after leaving
Ryan stood down the middle of the aisle and he looked down the row to where
Cassie was still watching the show.
He joined her again and she looked at him funny, as in what was all that
about, but Ryan just did as she did and watched the rest of the show
intently, until finally it ended, and to a thunderous applause and very loud
cheering.
"Cass," Ryan looks at her unsure how to say anything.
"I know," she says smiling. "I saw."
"You don't mind?" he says, trying his best to look sorry.
"Nah, go on. I'll wait in the car," she says and walks past him, leaving
him stood there, stunned. "Go..." she says seeing him stood there motionless.
Ryan looked at all the other teenage girls staring daggers at him, knowing
what the security guard had given him, and what was now stuffed deep within
his pocket.
He starts to make his way, slowly, to the backstage area.
Danny sits waiting, hoping against hope that Ryan would accept his
invitation, unaware that he had walked up behind him and been watching him
for what must have been thirty seconds,
"You know this pass says I get to meet the whole band," Ryan says shocking
Danny out of his tense posture.
"Ryan, you came?"
Ryan shrugs his shoulders and then grabs the pass that was now hanging from
around his neck,
"Always was a sucker for a freebie," that comment makes Danny smile.
"Didn't know how else to make you come backstage," Danny says quickly.
"So giving me a backstage pass seemed like a good idea, especially when I
was right in the middle of a group of girls who looked like they were gonna
kill me to get their hands on it."
"Sorry." he says apologetically and does one of his sorry faces making Ryan
smile.
"So...any special reason you invited me backstage to meet a quarter of the
band?"
Danny thinks for a second before coming out with what he hoped would seem
like a cute answer.
"Just wondered if you needed a lift home?" he grins at his own remark.
"Suppose I could, on one condition."
"Which is...?
"I want to meet the band," he replies again taking the pass between his
fingers making sure Danny noticed, "I mean its not everyday you get an all
access pass to meet a band, and no way in hell am I gonna miss the chance."
"Okay, but you'll have to wait five minutes, the guys are taking a shower
and stuff."
Ryan raises his eyebrows and gives Danny a playful look at his remark,
"Hmmmmnnn, please let me meet them now," he says playfully and walks up to
Danny and leans in to kiss him, to which Danny retracts,
"Not here, there's people about. Wait `til we're alone, doofus!"
Ryan takes his mobile phone from his pocket and starts writing a text
message, which Danny notices.
"Who you texting?" he probes.
"Cassie, she's waiting out in the car park. Better tell her to head off
home if I'm getting a lift home from you, hadn't I?" he replies, his fingers
typing the message into his phone as fast as he could make them move.
"You're not telling her you're getting a lift home from me are you?" Danny
asks, looking worried.
"Nah, I'll just put I'm getting a lift home from someone here after you
guys have finished with me."
He finishes writing the message and looks up at Danny, who still looked as
good two months on from their last encounter. Had it really been that long?
To Ryan it sure didn't feel like it.
They began making their way to where the guys were placed backstage, Danny
leading but Ryan at his side.
"So, how you been?" Danny asks, breaking the silence.
"Okay. You?"
"Touring, which has been fun."
"You miss me?" Ryan asks, hoping his answer will be the same as he felt
towards Danny.
"I've thought about you. Quite a lot actually. Probably more than I should
have, how about you, you thought about me at all?"
"Everyday. Guess it's worse for me. I mean you don't go shopping and see me
on posters and album covers and stuff. It's kind of hard to get away from
you," Ryan says, his eyes meeting Danny's as he retorts with a sweet `Awww'
"Glad to know someone cares," he looks around before hugging Ryan, making
sure no-one was about.
Everywhere backstage seemed to be deserted, that's until a door opens to
their left, the one with the sign on it that reads: McFly. Harry sticking
his head out and seeing the two giggling to themselves as they approached.
"Ah, Ryan, this is Harry," and Harry gives a half wave as a means of
introduction.
"Was just gonna come looking for you, showers free. So this is Ryan, huh?
Heard a lot about you from Danny-boy here, won't shut up about you," Harry
laughed at the look upon Danny's face, the look of utmost horror, he clearly
wasn't have supposed to have said that.
"Awww," Ryan mocked Danny, imitating him to perfection.
"Cheers, Harry," Danny's disgruntling look at Harry told the whole story.
"Anytime, lover boy," he continues his assault on Danny. "Anyway, me and
Dougie are off for a drink, so we'll catch you later."
Leaving the door wide open for Danny, Harry makes his way down the corridor
and round the corner where Danny hears the familiar voice of Dougie, who
must've been waiting around there for him.
"Come on then, I'll introduce you to Tom. Have to let you meet Dougie
later," Danny leads into the dressing room-come-activity room.
The entire room was decked out with computer games and software, a leather
couch in front of the TV, which had a DVD player underneath it. A pool table
at the back of the room, and even a dart board.
The hi-fi played soft music from the corner, something Tom must've been
listening to...speaking of Tom, he came walking from the shower room or
whatever was through the door that he had just emerged from, a towel drying
his hair, his grey t-shirt wet at the collar where he hadn't dried himself
properly before putting it on.
"Tom," Danny says stopping Tom dead in his tracks. "This is Ryan," he
continues, as Tom lowers the towel from his head to see Danny and Ryan stood
in the room, both glaring at him.
"Oh, hey!" he walks over to Ryan and shakes his hand. "Heard quite a bit
about you from Danny." Tom turns his attention to Danny. "So this is the
mischief you were causin'?" he grins at Danny.
"Something like that. How comes you're not going with Dougie and Harry?"
"I'm knackered, I'm going to the hotel and going to bed," he throws the
towel into a basket that was beside the door to the shower room, good shot.
"I'll catch you later," he says to Danny. "And pleasure to meet you," he
directs at Ryan.
"You too," Ryan replies.
"Catch you later," Danny says as Tom leaves the room, closing it on his way
out.
"So have you told them about what happened between us?" Ryan asks Danny.
"They know," Danny says as he heads around the couch and sits down, Ryan
following.
"And? How do they feel about it?" Ryan sits down and Danny kicks his
trainers off and swings his feet up onto Ryan's lap.
"They're cool with it. They're just glad I'm happy."
"How long have they known?"
"About us?" Danny asks puzzled.
"No. about you batting for the other team, silly?"
"Since pretty much we started living together, I mean it was only a matter
of time before they figured it out anyways. So I just told them, and they
were cool with it."
"And about us? Are they cool with that?" Ryan asks as Danny lays down fully
on the couch, putting his head onto the arm, and closing his eyes.
"They're not bothered," Danny says coolly.
Ryan starts running his hand up Danny's jean clad leg, then back down and
removes his socks, letting them fall to the floor after he has removed them.
Taking Danny's feet off his lap he pulls his feet up onto the couch and
crawls up on top of Danny, who opens his eyes to meet Ryan's.
"Man I've missed you," Danny says softly, moving his hand to the back of
Ryan's head and pulling him down for their first kiss in two months.
The feeling ran through Ryan's body like electricity, he'd missed this
feeling for so long, and he yearned for more. Feeling Danny's tongue roam
his mouth, as his soft lips massaged against his, this felt as close to
heaven as Ryan could imagine he would ever get without dying.
Danny's hands moving up the sides of his body underneath his t-shirt, his
soft hands warm and friendly to his skin. Ryan fumbled his hands on Danny's
pants trying to get them to open without breaking the kiss, which he
couldn't do, Danny just as eager as Ryan for him to get his pants off, broke
the kiss and took his hands out of Ryan's t-shirt to help him undo the
button and zip, then quickly resumed his assault, his tongue slipping
straight back into Ryan's mouth and his hands straight back into his
t-shirt, only this time making their way up Ryan's back.
Ryan put his hand into Danny's pants, caressing the lump underneath his
boxers, which was becoming harder as Ryan rubbed at it with increased
vigour, Danny moaning into Ryan's mouth at the sensations he was causing
down in his pants. Pulling Ryan's t-shirt up his body, Ryan had to
relinquish his hand from Danny's pants so the shirt could be fully removed,
and Danny just threw the shirt anywhere not really caring where it landed.
Ryan leaving Danny's pants for a few seconds whilst he removed the hot
singers shirt and like he had done with his, Ryan threw the shirt across the
room, and then renewed their kissing. Throwing all their passions into
kissing one another and letting their hands roam over each others naked
torsos, only breaking the kiss off to remove each other pants, and lay back
down on the couch in just their underwear, Ryan still with his socks on, but
not that they needed removing.
"Danny?" Ryan says, the first chance that their lips aren't together.
"Yeah," Danny says back, his lips gently kissing at Ryan's neck. His right
hand moving down Ryan's back and his fingers slipping underneath the
waistband of his boxers.
"Do you love me?"
Everything went unusual, Danny stopped dead, his lips mid-kiss on his neck.
Danny lays down and looks up into the blue eyes of Ryan, who waited for his
answer, patiently.
"Yes."
"Really? You're not just saying that?" Ryan holds his gaze into Danny's
eyes who shows no sign of lying.
"Yeah, I do."
Ryan grinned the wildest and widest grin he had in a long time, the
happiness Danny had just brought to him visible as he lowered his head and
kissed Danny.
Breaking the kiss Ryan says to his lover, "I love you too."
Danny smiled and raised his head back into Ryan's neck and bit at the flesh
softly, only letting go so Ryan could move down his body, kissing him in
various spots as he makes his slow descent to his waistline.
Pulling Danny's boxers down his legs and finally off, he lets them fall
down to the front of the couch and lets his tongue explore Danny's hardened
cock for a few seconds, Danny's moans only spurring Ryan to continue his
expedition.
Letting his tongue slide up the back of Danny's erection before taking it in
his mouth and sucking slowly and softly, Danny just laying back with his
eyes closed enjoying the feeling.
Putting his finger under Ryan's chin, Danny lifts Ryan's head and stops him
sucking.
"I believe I owe you one?" Danny says, grinning, remembering that the last
time they had been together Ryan hadn't gotten to release himself.
"You owe me two," Ryan beams. "But one for now will do."
Bringing Ryan back up to his level with his finger under his chin Danny
kisses him.
"Then I guess that means it's my turn."
Moving his hand to Ryan's cock to make sure he was hard, he strokes it a few
times before stopping and speaking to Ryan softly.
"You remember how I did you?" he asks.
"I haven't dreamed about anything else," Ryan states.
Ryan moved his body into position, and Danny prepared himself for what was
coming...
"If it feels uncomfortable just tell me and I'll stop, okay?" Ryan says,
remembering the exact words Danny had used right before he had taken Ryan's
virginity. Funny how things come full circle.
Danny just stares at him, he also remembering the phrase, and just dignifies
him with an humorous response.
"Ryan. Take it easy on me, it is my first time..." Danny grins as Ryan
remembers the words all too clearly.
"Bastard," he retorts, grinning as he pushes softly, Danny showing no sign
of discomfort. "You sure this is your first time?" he questions.
"Well...with a real person," he puts his tongue onto his top lip in a cheeky
manner.
Pushing a little further, this time Danny showing some response, but not
much. Maybe he was being serious about that last remark. A little further,
just another push and...
"Ahhhh," Danny moans.
Ryan looks at Danny in wonder, Danny noticing his wonder lust stare.
"What?" Danny asks curiously.
"Nothing. Just never thought at the beginning of today that by the end of
it I'd be inside Danny Jones."
"Well, how about we change that to: by the end of today you'd have shagged
Danny Jones," he says, his hands rubbing Ryan's arse, wanting him to carry
on.
"Made love to," Ryan corrects him.
"Whatever. Come on man, I'm horny here."
Never a better set of words spoken in Ryan's mind. He slowly begins to
gyrate his hips, moving slowly in and out of Danny who just laid back and
enjoyed being fucked, for the first time - and by a real person, he might
add.
Ryan never thought he could've enjoyed being inside another person so much,
every moan was like an encouragement for him to go faster. Harder. Christ he
was in heaven.
Danny's face a picture of ecstasy and fulfilment, Ryan would forever have
that image of him burned into his memory.
Danny demanded that Ryan didn't stop, didn't pull out. He wanted him stained
inside him, just like he had Ryan, he wanted Ryan to know how fulfilling and
erotic it felt to orgasm inside someone you love. And that fulfilment was
coming soon, he could tell by the delight on Ryan's face, his heavy
breathing filled with sexual energy, and Danny wanted it, yes did he want
it.
Ryan pushed in as hard as he could, his eyes closed, his senses filled with
nothing but Danny. And it was driving him wild, he couldn't last much
longer, but he was going to enjoy it. His first time at ever making love to
someone and he was going to...he was...he had.
His body felt weak, his skin slick with sweat, his breathing fast and Danny
underneath him had the same satisfied look on his face. Nothing could ever
be as good as this, could it?
They laid together in each others arms for time, not caring to know how
long, just happy to be with one another. Ryan on his side at the edge of the
couch, his head on Danny's chest, listening to his heart thump within.
"Ryan?" Danny spoke softly.
"Yeah?"
"We have to get up," Danny says sadly. "They'll be coming to clear the room
out soon."
Ryan moaned a displeasured moan, he didn't want to move. He liked everything
just like it was.
"Two more minutes," he says, and breathes in deeply, the aroma of Danny's
sweat enticing his senses.
After another ten minutes of lying together Danny decides to move, much to
Ryan's displeasure, who rolls on top of him and sits on Danny's midriff, and
Danny casts him a look.
"Come on, we haven't got time for playing," he says a little more authority
like, but still smiling. "Ryan!"
He grabs Ryan by the waist and pushes hard, Ryan falling off the couch onto
his back, Danny's momentum taking him straight on top of Ryan.
"Oof," Ryan grunts.
Danny grinning now he suddenly had the upper hand and was laid full length
on top of Ryan.
Ryan had a certain playfulness in his eyes and reaches up with his right
hand and lets the back of his finger rub on Danny's left cheek, before he
starts singing, badly too.
You're a work of art
You're the Trevi Fountain
You're a golden heart
You're the highest mountain.
You bring me flowers every day of my life
You save me from the worry and the strife.
Take me in your arms
baby, baby
I'm on a winning streak
When I met you I reached my peak.
Your perfect view makes me feel brand-new
yeah
Well
you're just right to keep me up all night
up all night.
Working all the time to make you mine all mine
yeah
Riding the love train
stroke it up
riding the love train.
Lovin' all the time to keep you feeling fine
yeah
Riding the love train
stroke it up
riding the love train.
You make time stand still
Your children laughter
love's overspill
I'll come running after.
You bring the spring right through my door
You're everything that's worth living for.
Thrill me with your charms
baby, baby
me knees are weak
I need you now
don't play hide and seek.
No times long enough
leaving you is tough
You're just right to keep me up all night
up all night.
Working all the time to make you mine all mine
yeah
Riding the love train
stroke it up
riding the love train.
Lovin' all the time to keep you feeling fine
yeah
Riding the love train
stroke it up
riding the love train.
Keep the flames burning
let your spirit fly
Stay on the right track baby
till the day I die
Keep the coal coming.
Baby, baby
I'm on a winning streak
When I met you I reached my peak.
Your perfect view makes me feel brand-new
yeah
Well
you're just right to keep me up all night
up all night.
Working all the time to make you mine all mine
yeah
...
Danny puts a finger to Ryan's lips. "I get where that's going," he says.
"And that was really something. I don't know what to say."
"Ryan, you're a crap singer, don't give up your day job!" Ryan says, his
lips turning into a smile.
"I love you," Danny gushes.
"Or that."
"Although I still haven't quite figured out who sang that originally," he
muses, the song was familiar.
"How'd you know I didn't just make that up on the spot?" Ryan says
disappointingly.
"'Cause I've heard it somewhere before."
"Holly Johnson. Songs called: Love Train. First song I thought of," Ryan
tells him.
"Well, I love it, and I love you," Danny says as he leans down and kisses
him
Finally letting Ryan up after tickling him and making him admit that Danny
was his master, they got dressed and took off from the room, Danny picking
up Tom's watch from the shower room after they had both showered, which he
had left earlier, Danny making some comment about how Tom always forgot
things.
They got a ride home from a car that was specifically there to take Danny
back to the hotel, Ryan tagging along at the request of Danny, not that he
was going to complain or argue.
Once at the hotel Ryan mainly did the following up to Danny's room, and once
Danny had the door open he was dragging Ryan into a hug and closing the door
with his foot with an almighty slam.
"You don't mind if I take you home tomorrow do you?" Danny says breaking
the hug and the mood.
"Whenever you're ready..."
"Never then," Danny replies slyly. "Its just I really want to spend the
night with you."
Wow. Had Ryan just heard right, Danny wanted to spend the night with him?
Then again Ryan wanted to spend the rest of his life with Danny so he
guessed it was a fair trade.
"I'm all yours," Ryan tells Danny, who kisses the end of Ryan's nose
softly, leaving the faintest of wet patches at the end.
"Trust me," Danny starts, "After tonight, you're never going to want to
leave this hotel room..." he sounded so, well, so fucking hot.
"What you got in mind?" Ryan asks.
Danny just grins at him. Whatever it was Ryan couldn't wait...
The End.
* * *
Danny sits with his laptop open in front of him, he was staying in some
posh hotel in Leeds, he'd asked Mike to come and join him a few days earlier
as soon as he found out he was going to be pretty close to where Mike lived
and had E-mailed him straight away, asking if he wanted to meet up again.
Mike had jumped at the chance.
Mike had waited patiently in the lobby of the hotel until Danny had come
back from some errand with the band in the city centre, and then they had
gone up to his room. And that's when Mike had told Danny he had written the
second chapter to the story, and had brought the disc with him.
Danny had nearly broken Mike's hand taking it from him and setting up his
laptop on the side and pulling up a chair and then reading the story
patiently, Mike stood nervously behind him watching him scroll the pages
down until he was finally reading the last few lines.
Mike waited for Danny's opinion.
"I like it," Danny says closing the laptop. "You've done good."
"Glad you like it," Mike responds, relieved to hear Danny's positive view
on the story.
"I guess I owe you something in return..." Danny grinned, his features
looking most mischievous.
Getting up from the chair, he advances on Mike quickly. Pulling himself into
Mike that nearly knocked him off his feet. Danny's hand caressing the front
of Mike's jeans, and Mike just stood completely still, not quite believing
this could (and was) happening.
"Danny..." Mike tries to push Danny away but to no avail. "What're you
doing?" he asks.
"Giving you what you want," he moves in closer, to almost kissing distance,
Mike feeling his warm breath. "I'm letting you know what happens to Ryan at
the end of the story," he adds.
Danny pushes Mike hard. Mike stumbling backwards, his legs catch the foot
of the bed and he falls flat on his back, his feet still on the floor. Danny
quickly straddling on top of him so he doesn't get up.
Mike couldn't move under the weight of Danny, not that he really wanted to,
Christ his dreams were coming true. His mind told him to give in, to let
Danny do whatever, Danny even had that sexy smile on his face that Mike
loved so much.
Fuck it, Mike thought, whatever happens, happens...who said writing a story
never came to anything...
The End.
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